"I asked."
North Nether Saint's expression was a little strange.
"Oh? And how did he answer?"
Carefree Patriarch and the others all looked at North Nether Saint curiously.
"He didn't answer, nor did he accept my communication request. He only left behind one sentence: It wasn't me." As he said this, the corners of North Nether Saint's mouth could not help twitching, his face full of speechlessness.
"Bullshit! The silver is buried right here, yet he's already denying it before we've even started asking. He's just spouting nonsense." Void Patriarch bared his teeth.
The other Human Race patriarchs also had twitching mouths, their hearts clear as mirrors. Though it was only a brief sentence, it had already revealed plenty of information. Clearly, that Wu Wudi was Xia Ping, and he really had entered the Abyss World.
"Interesting. Just what method did this kid use to withstand the erosion of Abyss power?"
Carefree Patriarch stroked his grizzled beard, immensely curious. If the Human Race could master such an ability, then the threat posed by the Abyss Demons could likely be greatly reduced.
"I don't know. Perhaps he has some secret treasure on him that can block the erosion of Abyss power, or perhaps he has mastered some secret art. But that brat's whereabouts are unknown for now. I'm afraid we'll have to wait some time before we can ask him."
North Nether Saint guessed.
"Forget it. This is only a minor matter. North Nether, how are your injuries?"
Carefree Patriarch stared at North Nether Saint. Although North Nether Saint's authority was extremely terrifying, and he would absolutely not die so long as he was in battle, that did not mean the injuries on his body would vanish. Rather, they would continuously accumulate.
Of course, compared with ordinary Saints, North Nether Saint's